Songs Of The Road

Arthur Conan Doyle

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Songs Of The Road, by Arthur Conan DoyleThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.orgTitle: Songs Of The RoadAuthor: Arthur Conan DoyleRelease Date: July 2, 2007 [EBook #21769]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS OF THE ROAD ***Produced by David WidgerSONGS OF THE ROADBY ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEContentsI. — NARRATIVE VERSES ANDII. — PHILOSOPHICSONGS VERSES III — MISCELLANEOUS VERSESSONGS OF THE ROAD COMPENSATION A WOMAN'S LOVEA HYMN OF EMPIRE THE BANNER OF BY THE NORTH SEAPROGRESSSIR NIGEL'S SONGDECEMBER'S SNOWHOPETHE ARAB STEEDSHAKESPEARE'SRELIGIO MEDICI EXPOSTULATIONA POST-IMPRESSIONISTMAN'S LIMITATION THE EMPIREEMPIRE BUILDERSMIND AND MATTER A VOYAGETHE GROOM'S ENCOREDARKNESS THE ORPHANAGETHE BAY HORSESEXAGENARIUS LOQUITURTHE OUTCASTSNIGHT VOICESTHE ENDTHE MESSAGE1902-1909THE ECHOTHE WANDERER {1}ADVICE TO A YOUNG AUTHORBENDY'S SERMONA LILT OF THE ROADNOTE: The page numbers in the left margin are linked to the original page images which can be viewed by clickingon any of the page numbers. The page images may also be seen by opening the pgimages/ subdirectory in the -htm/directory.SONGS OF THE ROADBy Arthur Conan DoyleGarden City New YorkDOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY1911J. C. D ...

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Songs Of The Road, by Arthur Conan Doyle

This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org

Title: Songs Of The Road

Author: Arthur Conan Doyle

Release Date: July 2, 2007 [EBook #21769]

Language: English

*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS OF THE ROAD ***

Produced by David Widger

SONGS OF THE ROAD

BY ART

HUR CONAN DOYLE

I. NARRATIVE VERSES AND — SONGS SONGS OF THE ROAD A HYMN OF EMPIRE SIR NIGEL'S SONG THE ARAB STEED A POST-IMPRESSIONIST EMPIRE BUILDERS THE GROOM'S ENCORE THE BAY HORSE THE OUTCASTS THE END 1902-1909 THE WANDERER {1} BENDY'S SERMON

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II. — PHILOSOPHIC VERSES COMPENSATION THE BANNER OF PROGRESS HOPE RELIGIO MEDICI MAN'S LIMITATION MIND AND MATTER DARKNESS

III — MISCELLANEOUS VERSES A WOMAN'S LOVE BY THE NORTH SEA DECEMBER'S SNOW SHAKESPEARE'S EXPOSTULATION THE EMPIRE A VOYAGE THE ORPHANAGE SEXAGENARIUS LOQUITUR NIGHT VOICES THE MESSAGE THE ECHO ADVICE TO A YOUNG AUTHOR A LILT OF THE ROAD

NOTE: The page numbers in the left margin are linked to the original page images which can be viewed by clicking on any of the page numbers. The page images may also be seen by opening the pgimages/ subdirectory in the -htm/ directory.

SONGS OF THE ROAD

By Arthur Conan Doyle

Garden City New York DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY

1911

J. C. D.

THIS-AND-ALL

February, 1911

If it were not for the hillocks You'd think little of the hills; The rivers would seem tiny If it were not for the rills. If you never saw the brushwood You would under-rate the trees; And so you see the purpose Of such little rhymes as these.

Crowborough

1911

FOREWORD

I. — NARRATIVE VERSES AND SONGS

SONGS OF T

HE ROAD

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A HYMN OF EMPIRE

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SIR NIGEL'S SONG

A sword! A sword! Ah, give me a sword! For the world is all to win. Though the way be hard and the door be barred, The strong man enters in. If Chance or Fate still hold the gate, Give me the iron key, And turret high, my plume shall fly, Or you may weep for me!

A horse! A horse! Ah, give me a horse, To bear me out afar, Where blackest need and grimmest deed, And sweetest perils are. Hold thou my ways from glutted days, Where poisoned leisure lies, And point the path of tears and wrath Which mounts to high emprise.

A heart! A heart! Ah, give me a heart, To rise to circumstance! Serene and high, and bold to try The hazard of a chance. With strength to wait, but fixed as fate, To plan and dare and do; The peer of all — and only thrall, Sweet lady mine, to you!

I gave the 'orse 'is evenin' feed, And bedded of 'im down, And went to 'ear the sing-song In the bar-room of the Crown, And one young feller spoke a piece As told a kind of tale, About an Arab man wot 'ad A certain 'orse for sale.

I 'ave no grudge against the man —   I never 'eard 'is name, But if he was my closest pal I'd say the very same, For wot you do in other things Is neither 'ere nor there, But w'en it comes to 'orses You must keep upon the square.

THE ARAB STEED

Now I'm tellin' you the story Just as it was told last night, And if I wrong this Arab man Then 'e can set me right; But s'posin' all these fac's are   Then I make bold to say That I think it was not sportsmanlike To act in sich a way.

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For, as I understand the thing, 'E went to sell this steed —   Which is a name they give a 'orse Of some outlandish breed —, And soon 'e found a customer, A proper sportin' gent, Who planked 'is money down at once Without no argument.

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Now when the deal was finished And the money paid, you'd think This Arab would 'ave asked the gent At once to name 'is drink, Or at least 'ave thanked 'im kindly, An' wished 'im a good day, And own as 'e'd been treated In a very 'andsome way.

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But instead o' this 'e started A-talkin' to the steed, And speakin' of its "braided mane" An' of its "winged speed," And other sich expressions With which I can't agree, For a 'orse with wings an' braids an' things Is not the 'orse for me.

The moment that 'e 'ad the cash — Or wot ' e called the gold, 'E turned as nasty as could be: Says 'e, "You're sold! You're sold!" Them was 'is words; it's not for me To settle wot he meant; It may 'ave been the 'orse was sold, It may 'ave been the gent.

I've not a word to say agin His fondness for 'is 'orse, But why should 'e insinivate The gent would treat 'im worse? An' why should 'e go talkin' In that aggravatin' way, As if the gent would gallop 'im And wallop 'im all day?

It may 'ave been an' 'arness 'orse, It may 'ave been an 'ack, But a bargain is a bargain, An' there ain't no goin' back; For when you've picked the money up, That finishes the deal, And after that your mouth is shut, Wotever you may feel.